Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.